Is this why I am glad to be the only Jeneane Sessum, was the only Jeneane Dimino, and am the first and primary "Jeneane" and "Sessum" and only "Jeneane Sessum" on google? In the history of humanity, naming is a weighty responsibility--perhaps the weightiest--that absolutely informs our identities.

While growing up, all of my friends "hated" their names. It was cool to "hate" your name. They all adopted nicknames of one sort or another. I felt strange for loving my name. I still love my name. I love the screwed up spelling, which my sister is responsible for (they let her spell my name, she was 9, she was learning from strident nuns about vowels: "the first vowel talks and the second vowel walks."). I have never run into a Jeneane spelled like mine, though I've found a couple on google. Garafalo comes close but I think we're a letter off.

I can't travel into the depths you and AKMA have dug into right now, but I'm happy to be Jeneane.